I snickered. “Yes, maybe.”
Leaning an arm on the steering wheel, he turned to face me. “Well, I hope that I put your mind at ease,” his tone softened. “Cause Ion wanna do nothing to stress you or the babies.”
Hearing that, I nodded. “You love me?”
I nodded again.
“Then let me hear you say it.”
I took a deep breath. “I love you, Christian. I really do.” “And you aint gon never switch up?”
I licked mylips. “I’mnever switching up.”
“Alright.” He nodded, as he readjusted himself in his seat. “That’s what I wanna hear.” He pulled away from the gas station. “And get on your phone to find us somewhere else to kick it at, after we have dinner.”
“But I thought that you had to go handle something?”
“Fuck that. I heard you. Loud and clear. Now, find something else for us to do.”
Smiling, I felt like a bratty ass baby who’d gotten her way. But oh, well. I was about to scroll through my phone, and see what type of chill shit was out there for us to do.
I was sitting in the car, staring at my phone, as it rang. It was Too Low’s cousin, which meant that he was probably on three-way. Face had been tripping about me accepting hiscollect calls, so I’d only do so whenever I was away from home. And right then, I was sitting in HEB’s parking lot.
Honestly, this situation was a bit stressful for me. No matter how Face felt, I refused to leave Too Low for dead. So, I was still putting money on his books, trying to make sure that he was okay. I apologized for my actions, because I was wrong. And I think that it would’ve been easier had Too Low merely cussed me out, and vowed to never fuck with me again. It would definitely hurt, but it was the bed I’d made for myself. But this…was completely different.
Instead of Too Low professing that he was done with me, he kept begging me to come back to him. And that was gut wrenching to listen to the hurt in his voice. He kept saying that he had nothing without me, which had me fucked up. I really wished that there was some type of way that I could make things better for him. Heal his broken heart. And since I had no real resolution, I sometimes avoided speaking to him, even when I was alone.
At this point, it had been weeks since I’d spoken to him, which was why I answered the call.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Babi,” Too Low spoke. “Hey, what’s up?”
“You know that I just heard from parole?”
My heart skipped a beat. “Oh, for real? What did they say?” “I’m coming home, baby!”
“Awww,” I cheered. “That’s what’s up, Too Low.” “Yeah, yeah. And I uh…used the apartment address.” “Okay.” I nodded. “As you should.”
“Right, right.” “Yeah.”
The line briefly went silent, as we were all probably in deep thought.
He cleared his throat. “So, uh, I want you to come see me, Babi.”
I sighed. “Too Low—”
“Nah, nah. We aint finna go into nothing deep, especially not with my cousin on the phone. I just need you to come up here, so that we can discuss some things. And I would like to do that without other people in my business. We have some things to discuss, regardless of anything. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes. We do need to discuss some things,” I admitted, as I rubbed my protruding belly. It was wild how I took that test, and seemingly started showing overnight. Perhaps it was due to me carrying twins. Either way, I had a nice, round baby bump that couldn’t be missed.
“So, can you come see me this Sunday?”
“Sunday? Oh, no. Sunday is family—” I caught myself, after realizing who I was talking to, and what I was saying. “It just can’t be Sunday. But I can probably make something happen next Saturday.”
“So, Iguess thatyouaint workingno more,”heassumed.
I sighed. “No, I’m not working, Too Low.” And I never was. “Okay. Do you think that you can send me some pictures?” “Pictures?”
